#funeral tw

[allthepresidentsmen1976]

just occurred to me that there are adults who've never been to a funeral. an incredibly bizarre concept to me

#i think i was 4 ? the first time i went to a funeral.... but possibly there was one before that i'm not sure. i've been to. Many #funeral tw

[saintchaser]

regulus black had a lonely funeral; carnations scattered around a black coffin. orion and cygnus were carrying it, and in their eyes, there was a strange sorrow, a strange regret.

walburga and druella were trailing behind. walburga, solemn as always, mourned the spare son. druella mourned the lesser of the two brothers, the weak, the meek.

bellatrix was walking in front of them, her head high, her face dry. she was not going to mourn a traitor, she was not going to cry over a man that had ruined their master. she, however, allowed herself to grieve the young man that her cousin had been, aside anything else.

narcissa stood beside her, and her eyes glistened with tears. she clung to lucius' arm, as if it was the only thing that could keep her away from falling apart, from spilling away. she had loved regulus, she really had. she had seen deep within him. she had seen the boy he hadn't been allowed to be. she had seen deeper than the façade, deeper than the skull mask, deeper than the dark mark, etched into his skin, forever black ink, now, white.

maybe that was forgiveness. in death, there are no sinners. the dead are pure, the dead are forgiven. the dead would soon be forgotten. was the change of color something meaningful, or was it a mere coincidence?

was it death that united a family so distant?

regulus black had died in a cold, empty cave. the crisp air of december was biting at their cheeks, leaving them rosy and cold, the same way their hearts were. their hearts were red and alive, and regulus' was deep within the carcass that his body was; his soul, however, had ascended (had it? or had he been such a despicable person that no one would forgive him?)

it snowed on the night of regulus black's funeral. his headstone was simple, and it read the same thing that ot read for everyone else in the black family.

regulus arcturus black

1961-1978

he hadn't been special, of course. the noble and most ancient house of black knows no exceptions, even for those they were supposed to love.

regulus black died a lonely death. regulus black had a lonely funeral; however, in the dead of the night, a slender dog knelt beside the gravestone, white tulips in his mouth. a wolf howled in the distance, pained, a wail of grief and madness. the dog's body was pressed against the cold stone.

there was something holding him there, a pulse of the earth that kept him close to a boy he had once loved, to a man he had resented.

#also since the flowers are symbolic; carnations represent death and white tulips represent sorrow and regret #also please ignore that neither of those live in winter. they're wizards they can they can keep them alive </3 #death tw #tw death #funeral tw #tw funeral #orion black #cygnus black #walburga black #druella black #bellatrix black #narcissa black #sirius black #regulus black #regulus&sirius #the noble and most ancient house of black #my writing

[svejarph]

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tw: alcohol, drinking, funeral, hugging, kissing, pda

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[slayer-pride-parade]

We know it's never simple, never easy

Never a clean break, no one here to save me

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[charisk-incorrect-quotes]

[At Chara’s funeral]

Frisk: I need a moment with them.

Everyone: Of course.

[They leave]

Frisk, leaning over Chara’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you're not dead.

Chara: Obviously.

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[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Words Fail

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Summary: On one of the most difficult days of his life, Maverick finds support in an unexpected place. Word Count: 568 TW: Canon Character Death, Funeral, Grief Notes: Written for day 14 of @whumpthemusical's event for "Words Fail" from Dear Evan Hansen. Thank you to @green-socks for beta reading and being my TG fact-checker 😘

Maverick opened his mouth, but he was unable to speak.

He had stayed up all night working on what he was going to say today. He had gone through draft after draft until the morning light began to creep across his papers and his hand cramped painfully. However, he had thought he had finally settled on something he could be proud of.

Yet, as he stood next to the portrait of the man who had been closer than a brother to him for over three decades and stared down at the shiny mahogany box in front of him, those perfectly crafted words failed him.

He knew his elegy would give Ice the farewell he deserved, however, it still wasn’t good enough. How do you condense 30 years of loyal friendship down to a few lines on a page? How can you recall every laugh, every tear, every moment of support or encouragement in just a few minutes? How can you say a final goodbye to the person who was always there? 

Maverick opened his mouth again but the words refused to come out. They remained lodged in his throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe. He tried to swallow, but it just made it worse. Tears threatened to slip from his eyes and wondered what everyone else saw as they stared expectantly at him.

Scanning the crowd full of friends old and new, his eyes were drawn to one person in particular. He hadn’t consciously sought him out—he hadn’t even known where he would be standing—but when Maverick locked eyes with his godson, he paused.

For a moment, they held each other’s gaze, almost daring the other to make the first move. Bradley looked stoic and strong as he held his head high, but even despite their years of separation, Maverick knew him well enough to see the clenching of his jaw and the tightness in his shoulders. It seemed like he wasn’t the only one struggling to keep his composure. 

Then, so slightly that Maverick almost wondered if he imagined it, Bradley nodded his head. 

The gesture was so small, yet so meaningful, that Maverick’s knees almost gave out as a wave of relief and calm washed over him. The last time he and Bradley had talked was back on the base when Bradley finally confronted him about pulling his papers. Maverick had always known when that moment came, it would be painful but he never expected to hear Bradley say the things he said that night. If Warlock hadn’t interrupted with the news of Ice’s death, he could only imagine what else his godson would have thrown furiously in his face.

And yet, at this moment, when Maverick needed it more than he ever had before, Bradley gave him an olive branch. It might be small and it might be fueled by the loss of someone who meant the world to both of them, but it was a sign that there still might be hope for them after all.

Glancing down at the casket before him, a smile slowly spread across Maverick’s face. Even in death, Ice had found a way to help him one last time. They might have always disagreed about who was the better pilot even until the very end, but there was never a doubt about who the better wingman was.

Clearing his throat, Maverick opened his mouth and began to speak.

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[phoenyxoftheashes]

My father passed away on November 17th. If you could donate to help with the funeral, we would be so grateful. If you’re unable to donate, if you could please reblog to boost the post, that’ll be so helpful!

Thank you 💙

#go fund me #funeral #tw death #death tw #funeral tw #gofundme

[rpmemes-galore]

send me   “🪦”   to hear what my muse would say about yours at their funeral. 

send  “funeral” if not able to see emoji

#death tw #funeral tw #symbol #misc #rp meme #mine

[fallenlightsif]

Just wanted to share this here and thank you all again for your support.

This is the photo memorial my mom and I made tonight to display at her funeral tomorrow. My family and I want to thank you for helping us honor her the way she deserves.

Her GoFundMe is still live as well as my ko-fi where I’m accepting commissions. All funds are going towards paying her final expenses.

#gofundme #funeral expenses #death tw #funeral tw #fundrasier

[sithsjedi]

📂

— SOURCE : 📂 = One Useless Headcanon

When Count Dooku was slain by Anakin Skywalker, Yoda traveled to Serenno and gave his fallen padawan a proper Jedi funeral. This was an endeavor Yoda carried out alone, for he knew that there were no other living souls in the galaxy who would mourn Dooku’s passing.

The funeral consisted of all the trappings and ceremony associated with the demise of a Jedi Master. From sunset to sunrise the next day, Yoda kept vigil over Dooku’s tomb, reflecting in a deep meditative state on the man’s life and the time spent as his mentor. He uttered the prayers which would grant Dooku effortless passage into the afterlife, asking the Force to forgive his former student and guide him to his loved ones. As Dooku’s tomb was lowered into the ground, Yoda played his blissl, letting his son hear this music one last time so that his eternal sleep could be free from nightmares.

Dooku was led astray and corrupted by the dark, and Yoda could not save him. The least he could do was give him the afterlife he deserved.

While the rest of the galaxy celebrated, Yoda wept.

@techniiciian

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[ailurocide]

Can we get insight on funeral practices?

Absolutely!

Fealty Funerary Practices

While the Four-Trees Fealty share a burial ground - that being, beneath the Tree of Lights -, there are still four separate factions who function as culturally independent entities.

As such, each faction holds different means of preparing a body, and mourning a life lost.

HIGHPEAK FUNERAL PRACTICES

Only those closest to the departed (close friends, parents, siblings, lovers, etc) are allowed to wish safe passage to the recently deceased’s spirit.

The fairlead will offer a speech that details the life and skills of the departed while the body is being prepared for transport and burial. The speech is crafted by both the fairlead, and the one who the departed was closest with.

In the wake of a death, traditionally, the whole faction will fast for nine days after the body has been delivered to the Evergreens. However, if it will hurt the health of an individual, their fasting is dismissed/altered in favor of offering a small portion of every meal to burn during those nine days.

In paw-carved stone tunnels, the bodies are excoriated by cave animals, while the bones are then stripped, collected, and cleansed, then most are offered to the Evergreens for burial, while smaller bones are "given back" to the faction, "so that their bodies may continue to serve while their spirits rest".

MIGHTMIRE FUNERAL PRACTICES

In the immediate wake of a fallen’s death, their loved ones hold a silent vigil that is to last throughout the entire night, to wish the soul goodbye properly.

While only the lorekeepers may prepare the body for burial and transportation, the whole of their friends, immediate and extended family, any paws’ they may have trained, their own mentors, etc, will hold the vigil.

Once the body is prepared by the lorekeeper’s paws, they will traditionally accompany the Evergreens (and envoy) to take the body and bury it beneath the Tree.

Just before a body is buried, the faction’s lorekeepers will tuck the claw’s blade and amulet beneath the body’s jaw or within the mouth.

OUTPOUR FUNERAL PRACTICES

Unlike in other factions, Outpour funerals are treated as a grand celebration, rather than a somber event.

The body itself is offered to the Evergreens, but all their decorations and trinkets are stripped and set upon a woven, circular raft decorated with flowers and shells, that are then sent down the rivers.

Afterwards, the life of the newly deceased is then celebrated by their living factionmates with a grand feast, music, games, as well as the whole night being spent exchanging stories of their dead companion.

To be shared through voice - especially song - or action is believed by the pourfolk to be the best way to honor a folk, and ensure that their memory is shared throughout both the faction and the Fealty by large.

UNDERMOOR FUNERAL PRACTICES

After holding a faction-wide, respectful, pure silence for three days, the fairlead and the deceased’s family prepare the body for burial.

The body is cleaned, stripped of any trinkets, patched or their wounds, and with any exposed skin or scars covered in paint.

As the Undermoor is usually the smallest faction, it is tradition for the whole of the faction to travel with the Evergreens on their way to the Tree of Souls for the body’s burial.

Their means of mourning and burial preparation is widely considered the most “hands-off” or “sparse” of the factions.

#funeral tw #ailurocide #ask #x-critter2022 #xenomoggy #ailurocide: the highpeak faction #ailurocide: the mightmire faction #ailurocide: the outpour faction #ailurocide: the undermoor faction #I’m still grieving so this was. oddly therapeutic to write out

[memovia]

[ META ] + funerals / for mùyáng!

META. | always accepting.

There are THREE funerals / soul-soothing ceremonies that Muyang has been to that were the most impactful:

Chun's funeral

Lingyun's parents' funeral

Guiying's funeral

He did not hold, refused to hold a funeral for his parents.

Any remnants of his parents were gathered quickly by him and kept neatly in their room. Guangyang's spear and Yuxi's bead bracelet were one of the few things that Muyang managed to keep and salvage.

In a way, it is double-edged sword for him. The feeling of having items that belonged to his parents reminded him of them, the fact that they existed with him even though many centuries have passed was comforting. But, of course, it also made him linger in the past more, he remembered everything that happened that day, his hopelessness and their deaths― clear as day.

Muyang locked that room up and is inaccessible to all visitors. However, every year on their death anniversary, he cleans the room up to prevent it from collecting dust.

Once that was done, he merely sits in silence on the ground, looking at the sun shifting in the sky through the windows. He sits there for a long time, until night came and the room was shrouded in darkness.

Even still, he remains until the day was gone.

CHUN'S FUNERAL:

Lingyun's ward. She was a kind and precious short-lived woman. Muyang remained by Lingyun's side silently, the sadness seeped through his heart still. Despite what little emotion Lingyun usually displayed, the man could tell that he was mourning. She was the only good that he had in his home, the only warmth in the cold winter of his parents' grasps.

Muyang silently thanked her as the starskiff moved in the sky, for being Lingyun's only solace in his house, for doing her best in protecting his heart.

LINGYUN'S PARENTS' FUNERAL:

Muyang attended their funeral but his heart bore no sadness for them, a contrast to Chun's soul-soothing ceremony. They were the ones who took the warm Lingyun away from him. While his Mother did not actively participate in his Father's actions, she stood by with inaction and negligence. She was to be blamed too.

But still, during the soul-soothing ceremony― Muyang remained quiet and respectful the whole time. Watching as the starskiffs drifted into the stars, he hoped that their particular starskiff would burn and fall from the sky into the dark abyss of nothingness.

They did not deserve solace or respite amongst the twinkling stars. They deserved to disappear forever and never come back for what they have done.

GUIYING'S FUNERAL:

Their beloved Commander had fallen. To Muyang, he was something of a second Father. He remained by Lingyun's side during the whole ceremony, red eyes shifting towards Yuming and Suyin who stood in the distance...away from them, away from Lingyun. There were many things that were left unsaid ever since he delivered the news to her. Lingyun and Yuming drifted apart, with him bearing all the blame for putting an end to Guiying's misery.

It was because of love that he did as such, without hesitation. Yuming would come to understand that, perhaps in time.

Muyang placed two offerings upon the starskiff:

A photograph of Lingyun, Muyang and him, smiling ( Lingyun was not smiling but he had a kind of gentleness to his eyes ) and huddled together.

A talisman for safe journey.

Watching as the starskiff disappeared into the stars, Muyang did not shed a tear until he was alone with Lingyun. Emotions were always easier to portray in front of him. It seemed like only yesterday; that they were fighting alongside him in battle, eating dinner together with laughter, watching him carry out a little Yuming in his arms...with a smile so full of love and warmth for her and the world.

He missed him dearly. May he touch the stars and beyond.

#funeral tw #funeral // #death tw #death // #✧ lin muyang. | headcanons. #this got long but #jnFJKNfka #I hope u like it ;w;;;;;;; #sobs

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Words Fail

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Summary: On one of the most difficult days of his life, Maverick finds support in an unexpected place. Word Count: 568 TW: Canon Character Death, Funeral, Grief Notes: Written for day 14 of @whumpthemusical's event for "Words Fail" from Dear Evan Hansen. Thank you to @green-socks for beta reading and being my TG fact-checker 😘

Maverick opened his mouth, but he was unable to speak.

He had stayed up all night working on what he was going to say today. He had gone through draft after draft until the morning light began to creep across his papers and his hand cramped painfully. However, he had thought he had finally settled on something he could be proud of.

Yet, as he stood next to the portrait of the man who had been closer than a brother to him for over three decades and stared down at the shiny mahogany box in front of him, those perfectly crafted words failed him.

He knew his elegy would give Ice the farewell he deserved, however, it still wasn’t good enough. How do you condense 30 years of loyal friendship down to a few lines on a page? How can you recall every laugh, every tear, every moment of support or encouragement in just a few minutes? How can you say a final goodbye to the person who was always there? 

Maverick opened his mouth again but the words refused to come out. They remained lodged in his throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe. He tried to swallow, but it just made it worse. Tears threatened to slip from his eyes and wondered what everyone else saw as they stared expectantly at him.

Scanning the crowd full of friends old and new, his eyes were drawn to one person in particular. He hadn’t consciously sought him out—he hadn’t even known where he would be standing—but when Maverick locked eyes with his godson, he paused.

For a moment, they held each other’s gaze, almost daring the other to make the first move. Bradley looked stoic and strong as he held his head high, but even despite their years of separation, Maverick knew him well enough to see the clenching of his jaw and the tightness in his shoulders. It seemed like he wasn’t the only one struggling to keep his composure. 

Then, so slightly that Maverick almost wondered if he imagined it, Bradley nodded his head. 

The gesture was so small, yet so meaningful, that Maverick’s knees almost gave out as a wave of relief and calm washed over him. The last time he and Bradley had talked was back on the base when Bradley finally confronted him about pulling his papers. Maverick had always known when that moment came, it would be painful but he never expected to hear Bradley say the things he said that night. If Warlock hadn’t interrupted with the news of Ice’s death, he could only imagine what else his godson would have thrown furiously in his face.

And yet, at this moment, when Maverick needed it more than he ever had before, Bradley gave him an olive branch. It might be small and it might be fueled by the loss of someone who meant the world to both of them, but it was a sign that there still might be hope for them after all.

Glancing down at the casket before him, a smile slowly spread across Maverick’s face. Even in death, Ice had found a way to help him one last time. They might have always disagreed about who was the better pilot even until the very end, but there was never a doubt about who the better wingman was.

Clearing his throat, Maverick opened his mouth and began to speak.

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[tarlosbuddie]

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[horatio-fig]

Tell us about the Ferrix Brick WIP?

Of course. It’s about how Kallus deals with the aftermath of The Battle of Scarif. Here’s a little bit from it.

“You know it might do you good to maybe clear some of this away.” Zeb suggested. He was starting to worry just how long Kallus had been in this state, and looking from the mess it seemed he was surviving on a diet of whisky and caf, and not much else.  

Zeb glanced around the desk to assess the situation and decided the oldest, most offensive cups of caf needed to go first. There was one particularly pungent one on the very edge of what was once Cassian’s desk and judging from the green fur the was starting to creep over the edge of the cup, it had been there for quite some time.  

“Don’t touch that!” Kallus panicked when Zeb reached out to move it and Zeb turned to look at him in shock. “That’s Cassian's...he...he would always get mad if I threw out his caf. He always said he preferred it cold anyway...” 

“Sasha.” Zeb said carefully. Kallus was just standing there, his arms hanging sadly at his side and his eyes blinking wildly at the cup, tears streaming down his face. He didn’t sob or cry out however, it was like he didn't even realise he was crying.  

“I, I keep thinking he's gonna walk in and pick it up like nothing happened.” Kallus confessed.  

“Ok, that’s ok. That’s normal. I think?” Zeb tried, but his words didn't sound reassuring or remotely confident. He didn’t really know how to deal with grief, all he knew there were no rules or a right way to grieve, but that didn't help at all. “But, I also think you’ve been in this room too long? Maybe a shower and some fresh air could help. Some rest maybe?” 

“Yeah, yeah I know I just...” Kallus sighed as he placed the container of debris and ash back on the desk and drummed his fingers nervously in the surface as he thought. “I just need to finish this ok, then, then I can rest.” 

Zeb sighed in defeat as he looked around the room once again. He wasn't exactly sure what this meant, but it was obvious Kallus had been busy. There was a bright shining board behind him, the one that usually displayed important mission outlines and debriefings. Now, it held a giant map of the galaxy, with an alarming number of red dots in even more alarming places.  

“You ain’t planning to go to all these places are you.” Zeb asked nervously as he toyed with some papers on his desk. There was a worrying amount of paperwork here on Jedha, and Zeb really hoped Kallus wasn't planning to try and see some of the destruction for himself.  

“Just the ones I can go to.” Kallus shrugged, like he was talking about going to the store, not visiting multiple Empire territories and destroyed planets. “This is the main one I need to go.” Kallus explained pointing to one of the red dots on his screen in determination.  

“Ferrix?” Zeb mumbled, squinting to look at the screen. The name sounded familiar, and when he looked around the office he could see it on many of the pieces of flimsi, from actual imperial files to hastily scribbled notes. “Can you go to Ferrix?” 

“Doesn't matter if I can or not. I will.” Kallus said and Zeb had never heard him sound so determined in his life. “It’s where Cassian grew up, or at least its where he had the most happy childhood memories. He belongs there, with his mother and father. He'd want to be with them.” 

Zeb shook his head in disapproval but he didn't say anything. Instead, he just flicked though papers on the desk as he waited for Kallus to finish updating whatever it was, he was doing on the map. He stopped and actually read the papers, and it took a second for it to sink in.  

“Wait, what is all this?” Zeb asked Kallus as he realised it wasn't just this pile, but there were stacks of this research all over the office.  

“Funeral rituals.” Kallus said bluntly, not even looking up from his map. “Trying to find how to properly commemorate everyone we lost.” 

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[halogen2]

back home from the funeral (it was out of state). watched my dad cry for maybe the …3rd? time in my life. he took us around the town he grew up in and we drove past the house he lived in and the gas station my grandpa used to own that my dad worked at as a teenager and lots of other places that r meaningful to my dads childhood. it feels like grief is just enveloping my family, like we cant get a break. my mom isnt doing well lately. her hair has completely fallen out due to the chemo, and shes been in more and more pain every day. i get scared and have panic attacks when i think abt the future any further than a few weeks/a month ahead bc its so uncertain. my mom and dad planned a trip to vermont for the fall bc my mom has always wanted to go and a part of me is terrified she wont make it to then. and i cant even type that sentence without feeling like my insides are being pulled out. sometimes i feel like my whole world is this house im in right now, and with my grandpa gone (he lived with us), its like everything is shrinking more and more and before i know it everything will be gone.

#death tw #cancer tw #funeral tw #txt